Read something in a book a few days ago that kinda bounced around in my head, and now whatever it turned into is getting pooped out on my keyboard:
The book was a philosophy book about happiness. One of the sections talked about adversity, and how a certain amount of adversity is actually beneficial to being a well adjusted and resilient person.
So that led me to thinking about how by getting ourselves addicted to this shit, we've actually created an opportunity for ourselves. We've created an adversity for ourselves to overcome. Perhaps we will be better than we ever could have been without it.
We have a fight to fight every single day. A fight that matters. A fight that is life and death. A fight for our lives and our souls. It may sound dramatic, but each of us knows that it is true. If we give up, or take a break for a day, or even a moment, we lose.
There have been many times that I wish I never picked up nicotine, but I would not be the same person I am now, and I am proud of who I am now. I'm a quitter.